Kimball Kinnison's published ficlets
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A moment in time
Their eyes met across a crowded ballroom. One the son of an upper-class businessman; the other a waiter earning barely enough…
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Bed head
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Six-word memoir, response
“I’m gay” I said. She cried.
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The young shaman
This was his last chance, and so far he had taken three days and achieved nothing. “Just grow will you?” he whined, clenching…
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Someone set us up the bombe.
He closed the door and made his way to the “office”. The usual bustle of the street surrounded him, closed over him, and seal…
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The Two Towers
The next morning it was as though the past seventy-two hours simply hadn’t happened. It was as though only she could remember…
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What a difference an 'e' makes.
He relaxed into the chair, sinking into the timeworn padding, the cushions forming into their familiar shape. He swirled the …
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Becoming
He itched. Like a thousand tiny creatures burrowing beneath his skin, moving around with no thought to the discomfort they ca…
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Grotbags
It wasn’t that the walls were the exact shade of pink reminiscent of Penelope’s Rolls Royce. It wasn’t that the acoustics of …
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What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
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Wonderful Life
Their eyes met across a crowded ballroom. One the son of an upper-class businessman; the other a waiter barely earning enough…
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The screams could be heard all the way down the corridor.
Daryl is a young boy, somewhere between 11 and 13 years old. His voice, yet to break, is thin and reedy. He has dirty blond h…
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